For The Kill My Love Poem by Samantha Sapp

The comming about of this poem is very interesting. I had MAJOR writers block the night I wrote this. So I texted some of my friends and told them to send me a topic that fits my writing style. I got 8 replies of Vampires,3 of Vampire Love,2 of my feelings on abortion (if you knew me...I wouldn't have to write a poem on my feelings about mothers killing their unborn unwanted child just because they couldnt keep their legs closed....) and 1 on killing people and dripping blood....so this kinda goes with all but the abortion thing. I personally think this is the best one yet...and all I have to say to that is HORRAY FOR WRITERS BLOCK! ! ! :) Enjoy!

O sweet, sweet blood,
How I crave thee.
The scent like a flood
Making the feast my sweet envy.

I see the blood run across your lips,
And I see your heart pounding
My will power now in an eclipse
The killer inside is now sounding

Blood runs down your chin
Dropping onto the floor
O, the taste, like a sin
My thirst is craving more

Your face, so pale
Your eyes so dark
I cannot fail
I must leave my mark

I walk to you and stroke your cheek
You turn your back to me
The scent of your blood it’s so unique
You kill my killing psyche




For if I start, I know I will not stop
And I will just crave you more
I turn your head and see a teardrop
Falling fast to the floor

It hits the blood, I have to choose
For my love, or for the thirst
Yes the thirst is strong but I must refuse
Because I would rather be killed than kill and be cursed